Monthly Archive: January, 2019

Big Sur, a teacher

Big Sur, a teacher Last great wish complete. Big Sur and Monterey, The Pacific was near, the noise of the sea gave me peace. I found my heart again, the man running in… Continue reading

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Great wisdom- Life isn’t us

  When we are young. We believe, life is us. Old age teaches us. We are part of life. Little one, first day of school. Taught me, we are just here to assist… Continue reading

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Idyllwild

(Johnnie and daughter) Idyllwild   Last May. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild. My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no rushing and kind people.… Continue reading

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A one way street

A one way street, baby   Pretty lady called me lover, she called me friend. She told me, I need you near and please hang around dear Johnnie. I told her, sweetie, lover,… Continue reading

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My Hemingway wish

My Hemingway wish   After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their… Continue reading

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Mother Earth

Originally posted on Steal this Poem – Poetry Blog:
by Dee Wes Kneel down and kiss her face, The earth, she is, your beautiful place. Pick up the trash, one by one, If…

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‘The tarot cards’

(The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet.)   The tarot cards   I went to an old dark carnival on a… Continue reading

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‘The road called me’

The road called me   I’m tire, so damn tired.   Somehow I got lost. I looked into the mirror and I see a bloody stranger. A ghost of a man I once… Continue reading

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The Most Beautiful Word

Originally posted on Reowr:
The most beautiful word In the world is not love, Nor is it halcyon or hope, And neither exemption nor blessed redemption Falls into the breadth of its scope.…

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Johnnie singing the blues

      Johnnie singing the blues I am living and I am dying, I am moving and grooving to some heavy jazz. Dreaming of your pretty face and wishing to hear your… Continue reading

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